Miss Judy's Farm

Miss Judy
She was moody
Owned a sweaty farm in old Alabam
I was just eighteen
Crude and mean
All I needed was to get my own way
Miss Judy
She could have me
Any hour of the working day
She'd send me in the corn field
Mid-afternoon
Said "Son, its all part of your job"
Miss Judy had a p'roxide poodle
That I would kick if I was given the chance
Madam wasn't amused by the kindness I used
I was whipped in the barn until dawn (It hurt me)
Last summer
We was restless
Were gonna make a stand and burn down your farm
But it was all in the head
'Cause out in the yard
Miss Judy had the National Guard
We was beat
Before we started
Miss Judy
She was moody
But she always didn't get her own way
We'll stage a fight
Get it right
Kick her when she's down